Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.